Firefly Glen and now lets repeat the non-conformist oath

The stranger doesn't seem pleased with his presence, but she doesn't really react, either. He blinks at her question, pausing and swallowing as his gaze flits to her. His throat feels dry, and for a moment it seems to stick, leaving him choking for a half-beat before he can answer. Um, He says, swallowing again when it dies off. I don't remember. His gaze drops and he shifts uncomfortably, suddenly self-conscious. He already knows he's ugly; he doesn't need a stranger to point out his imperfections.